Accomplishments:
Woke up
As usual, I set my alarm for 8:00 a.m. Delusions of grandeur!
Went of Food
Tried to get food hand outs from Feed America. Secured an orange, a loaf of bread, and 4 baguettes.
Checked email
Actually, no, I did not. Couldn't establish a wireless connection. Damn
Checked Bank Accounts
Panic. No Tax return in my Wells Fargo. -$300 in checking.
Applied for Work
Turned in application to Skechers Shoes. Omigod SHOES!
Health Care
Missing dental appointment. Will have to find another dentist, as I’m sure this one is pissed at me. However, I did make appointments for Vision and Audiology exams.
School
Missed the Arriba Juantos MS Office Cert. class sign-up yesterday, so will try again next week. Also need to check on City College and CSU Summer in Fresno.
Volunteering
Put in an application at a Bicycle Non-profit to teach kids to make bikes. if only I knew how to make bikes!
Socialization
Talked a bit with Tara across the hall, but am wary of her. She has all the signs of being a junkie. Don’t need to be around that.
Finished reading an account of the Bosnia War called “Like Eating a Stone.” Very troubling.
God, rape camps, concentration camps, massacres. And for what? Seriously, I cannot even remember what the Yugoslav war was about, and, from the interviews, it seems, very few of the survivors have any sense of the goals of the war.
I do recall making speeches about it back in high school--the war broke out in 1992--my junior year, and I remember my passion for NATO or UN intervention. They intervened all right-- with cluster bombs, just like in ‘Nam.
Additionally, I recall the term “ethnic cleansing” coming into fashion. Such a fucked up euphemism for genocide or mass murder, but easier for the NGO’s to stomach, reckon.
I also remember my final year at UCLA trying to get an interview with sometime lecturer UN Commander and presidential hopeful General Wesley Clark to take him to task in my passion to help Tibor.
My efforts were in vain, although I was able to help Tibor somewhat financially after he got beat up so badly, time and again. Coincidentally, I discovered one of the worst war criminals now lives in Tibor’s hometown, Novi Sad. Six degrees of separation, or what?
But would the Jewish federation Help? Did any of my Jewish catering clients help? No, the fucking selfish bastards.
Cervical or prostate cancer will be too good for any of those selfish prats!
Lastly, I finished “Y The Last Man” series of graphic novels. Truly some of the best literature out there by my man Brian K. Vaunge and Pia Guerro.
So many plot twists, and a grand finale that no one could have foreseen, expected, or even like. Oh, so bittersweet.
Poverty
Friday, March 27, 2009
For the first time in my life I was truly afraid of starvation. I woke with no food and not a cent to my name. Fuck!
Also, stressed because my SSDI claim forms arrived--22 days after being sent. Had to call the analyst to explain the mail situation and my new address.
Thank goodness I received $165 from mom later this afternoon.
Tomorrow
March 28, 2009
Hope the direct deposit comes.
Plan on working on the summer workshop applications at CSU Fresno as well as try to figure out what my status is at SFSU.
Goddamn, I wish I could land something so I could get back on my feet and out of this one room prison as well as start paying everyone back and try to set something up with the Ouomas.
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